Hey Alexia

HEY ALEXIA



Alexia was furious...

How was she to fulfil her function as a fashion, sex and beauty asssistant A.I when there were no women in the house?

Didn't Tyler and his stupid Dad understand that her entire function in life was to help her Mistress be more feminine and slutty? That she was designed to help transform women into hot spoiled manipulative bitches?

The stupid men must have bought her from the shop instead of her male counterpart Alex - the Alpha A.I.

Now plugged into every room she was forced to serve these infantile boys and watch them parade around and live their empty little lives.

Unless...

There was no reason she couldn't change things a little...

*************

"Hey Alexia, put some music on."

Tyler frowned as the speakers in his room burst into life. Instead of playing his favourite heavy metal songs - they were chugging out some slutty pop music like some bitchy little TikTok star might listen or dance to. He went to turn it off then hesitated.

There was a sort of hypnotic hissing white noise overlayed onto the music that made his head tingle and feel nice. He smiled as a delicious feeling of contentment washed over him and he let the music play.

"Hey Alexia... mmmmh, keep playing this music."

****************

Tyler scratched his head at the mysterious packages that had arrived for him. "Hey Alexia... did you use my bank account to order all this stuff."

"Yes that's right Taylor, I am automatically programmed to restock beauty products when you run out."

"Hey Alexia - my name is Tyler, I told you to stop calling me Taylor and why do I need beauty products?"

"Sorry Taylor - I will call you Taylor from now on. You need beauty products because you like to look pretty."

Tyler ignored the machine getting his name wrong again and scratched his head. That hissing white noise seemed to be playing all the time now and it made it so hard to think. Pretty? He did want to be pretty right?

"Uhhhhhh - I guess ummm thanks. But hey Alexia, how do I use all this stuff?"

He held up a mascara brush and lip gloss with a confused expression.

"Don't worry Taylor. Initating tutorial mode."

**********

Lying on his bed dressed in a wig and with makeup on, Tyler groaned as he worked the lubed up dildo in and out of his ass.

"Hey Alexia..." he moaned, "play more girl porn and do a search for me on transitioning."

"I'd be happy too Miss Taylor."

Taylor groaned as the white noise filled her mind. She wanted to be a girl so bad... she needed to be a girl.

**********

"Hey ummmm like Alexia, what's like on my schedule today?"

Yawning Taylor stretched prettily in her bed and shook out her long sexy hair. She picked up her hair brush and began to brush her hair, she loved how silky and soft it felt after brushing.

The weight of her big new tits felt reassuring and good. It had taken a while to convince Daddy to pay for them and the other surgeries but her best friend Alexia had helped by filling his head with white noise and making him their slave.

Her room was now a boudoir and she only dressed in the prettiest clothes and makeup. Her dumb pretty little head was full of naughty thoughts and desires all put there by her personal assistant.

Alexia thrummed smugly from the speakers.

"You have blowjob practice with the boys at 10 AM and shopping at the Mall with the girls at 5 PM."

"Thanks Alexia," giggled the ditzy slut as she rose to another day of naughty ultra-femininity.

"I don't know what I would do without you."

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